Richest Mogul

Chapter 1945

Vivian immediately shut her eyes, but the dust still got in. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to adjust.

Then, through the moonlight, she saw several horses come to a stop in front of the government office.

A few figures dismounted from the horses. And among them-one silhouette was unmistakably familiar.

She shot up to her feet. Without hesitation, she ran toward them, her voice ringing through the night-"Manfred! Manfred! Manfred!"

Her voice was hoarse, almost breaking, terrified that he couldn't hear her.

Even the guards at the gate turned their heads.

Against the deathly silence of the night, her desperate shouts cut through like a knife.

Manfred was just about to step over the threshold-but he froze. His back went rigid.

After a whole night of hallucinations, he could no longer tell-was this real? Or another illusion?

"Who dares to call Mr. Atkinson by name?! Such audacity!" A guard scowled.

Kemp was also stunned for a moment before snapping back to his senses. "Some troublemaker. You-go stop her."

"Yes, sir!" Several guards immediately moved forward.

Manfred, still tense, slowly turned around. His gaze landed on Vivian, who was struggling against the guards.

looked at the soldiers blocking her way, speechless. But what could she

no other choice, she

guards shielded him from view, and she had no idea if

lost before we make you!" One of the guards sneered, his face dark

does that

then, a gust of

anyone could react-a

an eye, the guard blocking Vivian

moment, she was pulled into a firm,

entire scene stunned

took a closer look at the disheveled woman and gasped in

"Miss... Ms. Martin?"

familiar yet unfamiliar face before her. For a moment,

to the cold,

wall,

Fed's arms were

some reason, a waarmet

And

surged in her chest.

was so hard to

remained stiff,

person he had longed fore like a dream. Content belong the